Lonesome and calling out,
Yet lost and not ready to be found,
Hidden away my shameful parts,
The sum of it is never enough,
Never enough; never completed,
Inside the spark fades,
Its slowy defeated,
It awaits the dark,
Tired and depleted,
As he grapsed,
And asks for forgiveness,
\"It is finally over\" his dying whispers,
Smoke fills the void,
It smells of it still,
Impairing the vision,
Cloaking the kill,
As the days pass,
And time moves on,
So do the people,
You never belonged